Chapter One: 3rd Person
It all started on a windy night during a very cold Winter in New York City. A night when a family should be curled p together on a large couch watching a happy movie. A night when one should be out shopping with friends and chatting gaily of the newest gossip. Maybe spending a quiet night with a loved one.
Unfortunately, one teen girl didn't get to share the happiness of these simple luxuries. No, Instead, she sat huddled in an alleyway corner, fighting the wind to hold down the simple scraps of cloth and paper she had to keep warm as it made numb stubs of her fingers and blew her hir around until her scalp hurt.
She sat in her small corner, using all the will she had left to stay strong, but as the night wore on, she grew hopeless and tears came to her eyes. She began prating to herself. She never really had a religion, but she figured anything could help. She prayed for anything, just one little thing, to getter better in her life. Eventually her prayers wore down to sobs. She didn't care. She cried loudly, for only he wind was there to hear. No one could hear. No one cared.
Suddenly a loud crash was heard to he side of her. She jumped with fright and her crying was silenced. She waited. There was no sound, except or the wind and her own hammering heart. Finally. She spoke out.
"Hello?" She rasped, her voice worn by her crying and the vicious cold.
There was no answer. She listened, and suddenly the wind seemed to stop, and the night became unbearably quiet. Then she heard a sliding noise, and something softly bumped into her fingertips. She took in sharp breath as a wonderful smell wafted into her nostrils.
'Pizza?' She wondered, as she fumbled with the box, searching for the opening. Sh found the mall notch and thrust the top open. The blast of air that smacked her face next was almost overwhelming. She had completely forgotten for the time being how the box got there.
She pressed her freezing hands into it, uncaring of anything but the warmth and delicious smell.
She grabbed a piece and hastily crammed it into her mouth. She was lost in the taste of it as the cheese, sauce, and crunchy crust melted together onto her greedy tongue. She could not think of anything but how perfect it was, not only was it a treat for her empty stomach, but it was delicious.
Once she had impatiently chewed and swallowed the slice, her mind managed to wander back to the mysterious appearance of the pizza.
"Thank you." She found herself whispering. She wondered who could be her mystery angel. She hoped it hadn't left her yet. "Thank you!" She yelled, hoping her now silent angel could hear her.
She dug into the remaining pizza until her body felt warm for the first time in so long.